Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

The key is that the person in front of him is so immeasurable, and his strength is simply not in the same league as his own.

"If you want it, then take it."

The old man Shennong, who had lived most of his life, seemed to have unique judgment. Instead of choosing to clash with Han Feng, he voluntarily offered up the Flame of Life within his body.

"You're quite sensible, senior."

The coldness in Han Feng's eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a gentle, warm feeling.

He likes people who know their place.

Han Feng stretched out his hand, and the powerful flame summoning force directly extracted the Flame of Life from Shennong's body.

The skillful technique did not even significantly damage the life essence of the Shennong Elder; it merely weakened his breath slightly.

"Hahahaha!"

Han Feng let out a joyful laugh upon obtaining the Flame of Life. This flame, ranked fifth, indeed possessed a powerful life essence.

"Here you go!"

Han Feng was in a great mood. He dropped a pill and flew off into the distance.

Shennong, the old man, paused, staring at the flying pill, and exclaimed in disbelief, "A ninth-grade golden pill?!"

After breaking through to the Dou Di realm, ordinary ninth-grade pills were no longer effective for Han Feng.

For an Emperor-level alchemist, refining a ninth-grade golden elixir is extremely easy.

If it weren't for the limitations on medicinal materials, Han Feng might have refined all of them into Emperor Pills.

Of course, Emperor Pills are also graded, and not every Emperor Pill can help a peak Dou Sheng advance to Dou Di.

The pill that Han Feng casually bestowed may have unknowingly changed the fate of Shennong.

This ninth-grade alchemist had never seen a golden elixir in his entire life. If he could glean even a little bit of insight from it, it would be enough to benefit him for the rest of his life.

Han Feng found a place in the Shennong Mountains and refined the Flame of Life on the spot.

This strange flame offers almost no boost to combat power, but it has extremely powerful effects on alchemy and the cultivation of spiritual plants.

In the darkness, Han Feng sensed that the Emperor Flame Origin within his body had increased by a trace.

It seems that replenishing the strange fire is an inevitable path after receiving the inheritance of Emperor Tuoshe.

Han Feng's spirits lifted, and he became even more focused on the task of collecting the strange fire.

"Next up is... the Nine Nether Golden Ancestral Flame!"

"And the volcanic stone flames, both of them are on the Yan Clan Chief Yan Jin."

Han Feng looked at the Yan Clan.

It's an old friend, we should catch up properly this time.

Yan Jin of the Yan Clan was currently cultivating in his training room.

The injuries from the previous battle have long since healed, but having gone through a life-or-death struggle, Yan Jin has gained considerable insights into himself and is now attempting to break through to the Nine-Star Dou Sheng realm.

A moment later, Yan Jin stopped practicing his technique and sighed deeply.

"This Nine-Star Dou Sheng is so difficult to defeat."

It still hasn't settled enough.

But if he waits any longer, it will be like waiting for the monkey to come. Will he ever find another expert like the Soul Clan who wants to kill him and have a life-or-death duel?

Swish!

Suddenly, an aura as vast as the ocean appeared in the cultivation room. Yan Jin turned around sharply and saw Han Feng standing there.

"Han Feng?"

Am I being presumptuous? Just barging in like this?

I'm currently in seclusion for spiritual practice.

Yan Jin was speechless, but the next moment, Han Feng spoke up:

"Senior Yan Jin, it's been a long time."

"Give me the Nine Nether Golden Ancestral Fire and the Volcanic Stone Flame."

Flame Ash: ......

How did you manage to say something like "minus eighteen degrees"?

Yan Jin forced an ugly smile.

"Young friend Han Feng, are you joking with me?"

Han Feng coldly interrupted Yan Jin.

"Senior Yan Jin, do you think I'm joking?"

There was a moment of silence.

Don't you think this is going a bit too far?

"Yan Jin said angrily."

"do not think so."

Han Feng walked towards Yan Jin.

Yan Jin was completely speechless. How did Han Feng, who was so gentle and well-mannered before, become like this now?

Han Feng didn't plan to spend too much time on Yan Jin. An eight-star Dou Sheng without any Origin Qi was too weak and not worth his time.

"Han Feng, how are you any different from that Soul Emperor in your actions!"

Yan Jin questioned.

"Noisy!"

Han Feng reached out and directly extracted the two strange flames from Yan Jin's body.

"what!"

Yan Jin cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground.

Because of the other party's unfriendly attitude, Han Feng acted a bit more roughly this time.

Even a late-stage eight-star Dou Sheng expert couldn't withstand this attack.

Han Feng looked at the newly acquired strange fire and, without hesitation, refined it in an instant.

Two more fundamental sources were completed.

Han Feng was satisfied and casually tossed a pill into Yan Jin's mouth to prevent his cultivation level from dropping due to the loss of the strange fire.

Although an eight-star Dou Sheng is somewhat weak, he is still a rare expert in the Dou Qi Continent. He should do his part in the future.

After leaving the cultivation room, Han Feng went to find Huo Ling.

This is an old friend. Who is Yan Jin? Han Feng said he didn't know him.

Huo Ling was overjoyed to see Han Feng, as she hadn't seen him for a long time since their last meeting.

"How did you come?"

"Come and check on the situation of the Yan Clan."

Han Feng said.

"Thanks to the help of a master swordsman last time, we repelled the Void Devouring Flame, and now the Flame Clan is safe and sound."

Yan Ling said with a smile.

"A master of swordsmanship?"

"Yes."

Fire Spirit nodded.

Do you know how to use a sword?

"What cultivator doesn't know how to use a sword?"

Han Feng saw two high-quality swords displayed on the wall of the room. He raised his finger and grabbed the hilts.

Huo Ling gripped the other sword and smiled gently: "Han Feng, do you know the names of these two swords?"

Han Feng shook his head.

"The one in your hand is called Honglu, and the one in mine is called Feixue."

Is there a special story behind it?

Han Feng observed the scene with his sword drawn.

"It is said that in ancient times, two sword masters who became Daoist partners forged this sword together using their souls as the foundation."

"Fire Spirit Fairy, you still love studying the way of the soul so much."

Han Feng put away his sword with satisfaction and looked at the other party.

"I came to find you because I wanted to experience the profound realm of dual cultivation of the soul with you once again."

Huo Ling was taken aback upon hearing this, and then her cheeks flushed slightly.

"It's been a while since we last met, Han Feng, you've become quite direct."

Han Feng extended his hand.

Without further hesitation, Huo Ling placed her hand on Han Feng's hand.

"First, let's practice swordsmanship, then discuss the Dao."

As Han Feng spoke, he took a step, and the two of them arrived in the courtyard in the blink of an eye. Sword energy danced, and the two swords, which had reached the level of ninth-grade sacred artifacts, emitted spiritual light, showing a sense of connection between their souls.

"That sword master from last time, wasn't that you, Han Feng?"

Fire Spirit Fairy brandished her longsword as she spoke.

"Why do you say that?"

"intuition."

Fire Spirit couldn't imagine who would come to save the Flame Clan at that time.

Han Feng nodded: "Your intuition isn't bad."

Upon hearing Han Feng's admission, Huo Ling smiled gently: "Your strength has indeed improved quite quickly."

"You can do it too."

"I?"

"Your soul realm has reached the peak of the Heavenly Realm. If you wish to advance further, I will assist you."

As the second most powerful member of the Flame Clan after Flame Ash, Fire Spirit is considered the second most influential person.

Her potential is no less than Yan Jin's; she just needs an opportunity.

"really?"

Huo Ling's eyes lit up. She would naturally be happy if Han Feng was willing to help her.

"Just do your best to assist me later, and you will naturally improve in the process."

"Of course, that's assuming you can handle it."

Han Feng said.

His current soul realm is already much higher than Huo Ling's. With the two cultivating their souls together, Han Feng is the natural master.

Unfortunately, there are too few female cultivators in the Dou Qi Continent whose soul realm has reached the peak of the Heaven Realm. Otherwise, Han Feng might have chosen to cultivate with multiple women to neutralize his excessively strong soul power.

At this moment, Huo Ling was completely unaware of the implied meaning in Han Feng's words.

Cultivating with a soul of a True Emperor Realm expert is incredibly stressful.

In the courtyard, sword energy surged like a dragon.

Han Feng held the Honglu sword, while Huo Ling wielded the Feixue sword. The two ancient swords seemed to come alive in their hands, emitting clear and melodious sword cries.

The sword light flowed, sometimes like a startled swan skimming the water, sometimes like a drizzling rain, drawing each other in and weaving an invisible net of souls.